Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.